I shed a tear for a lonely star.
I make a wish and ask a question will my life go far.
I see the sorrow.
Pray so I can see tommorrow.
Because who ever said you would live to be 21.
So many tragedies from a gun.
Mama I blame you for my wicked ways.
But I praise you for saving me from a early grave.
Father was never thier, so I always cried.
But mama hide the fact that my father died.
I never prayed for a brighter day.
My life is dark for my path I never know which way.
I kiss the cross around my neck.
Im just living for respect.
The sin they inject is vital to my health.
Don't be mad at me be mad at yourself.
I absolutely love this! You wrote this yourself? It's amazing. It has meaning, and poems should definitely have meaning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you're brave to face obstacles in your earliest life.....well done!